I smiled as I looked onto the world in front of me. I stepped down the stairs and looked at the flowers that were growing around me. The colors were so vivid and wild that I just got an urge to draw them.

I started to draw a rose and smiled at the picture. I just loved flowers and I always drew them when I got a chance.

"What do you think you are doing?" I heard a voice from above me.

"I am working on a picture of this beautiful rose." I said without looking up.

"Did I give you permission to draw me?" Said the voice about me.

"Draw you?" I said to myself and looked up…right into the face of a talking red rose.

"Oh dear I have never seen anything like you before." I told the flower. I stared at it and then realized what it was telling me.

"I am so sorry. I did not know that you talked. They don't have flowers that are smart and pretty like you. If it makes you happy I will destroy the picture and not bother you anymore." I told the flower and bowed in an apologetic way.

"Your flowers don't talk?" The rose asked.

"No they are just beautiful flowers that I look upon and draw. Do you want to see a tulip I drew a couple of days ago?" I asked and looked for my bright yellow tulip that I had in my sketch book.

"Oh yes please." The Rose said and looked over to my pad.

I showed the rose the picture that I had drew. It was one of my favorite flowers that I made. The rose saw it and reached over me. The Rose then started to flip through my pictures and just smiled widely.

"You draw beautifully. If you are up for it I want you to continue to draw me." The Rose said to me.

I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. I grabbed my pencil and continued to draw the beautiful rose.

Once when I was done I showed the picture to the rose. It smiled widely and waved it's leafs in a happy manor.

"You have done very well. I am so happy that you drew this for me. May I keep it?" The Rose asked and I nodded. I ripped the picture out of the sketch pad and handed it to the flower.

"Thank you so much." The rose said.

"You're welcome." I told the blushing flower and then walked away.

I had walked down the small cobble road until I made it to a split in the road. I made a couple of faces to the spilt and decided that I was going to go to the right.

I walked for what seemed like hours until I came across a giant mushroom with someone on top of it. I squinted my eyes and say antennas.

"Who are you?" Said a deep British voice.

"My name is Jackie Fedora. I am a hatter from America. Who are you?" I asked and tilted my head a little.

"I am Absolom. You say you are a hatter?" He asked and looked me up and down. I nodded and waited to see what he was going to do next.

"You will go and meet The Mad Hatter. McTwist will take you to him. Be on your guard there has been sittings of the Jub Jub bird." He warned me and waved one of his claws. From behind me a white rabbit came out of now where and sniffed me.

"You are not Alice." He said in a shy little voice.

"No I am Jackie. Are you McTwist?" I asked kindly and bent down so I could look him in the eye.

"Y-y-yes. I am to take you to The Mad Hatter." He whispered and started to walk.

I followed behind him and watched him. He looked as if he was a little worried. I did not wish for him to be afraid.

"McTwist if you wish I will hold your hand as we go." I told him and offered my hand to him.

"I do not have a hand." He said.

"How about your paw then you silly rabbit." I said back and waited.

"A-a-alright. Thank you." He whispered. He gave me his paw and we walked into a forest and until we came across a windmill and a very large table.

"McTwist you're late." Said a voice at the head of the table.

"No I am not I had no intention of coming if it wasn't for this young girl." McTwist said and showed me to the voice.

"Alice?" The voice sounded desperate and broken.

"I am Jackie Fedora. A hatter."

"Oh really?" The voice asked then stood up.